Sunday, April 28, 2013
[Poem] A Familiar Dance
A Familiar Dance
I take you to dance
In your dress of blue.
Santana's "Black Magic Woman" is playing tonight.
Swaying to the music, I wonder about your true home,
Your tangled story, your fine shelves of books.
I have an ocean of questions but a thimble of time.
Maybe The Art of War will be there.
Maybe a classic of the ancients, something curious and modern,
Written in ink dark, lustrous as your hair.
I want to turn pages tonight,
The secret histories rewritten
To remember us…
You walk away when the boun is done without a word.
I, watching like a period becoming an exclamation point,
Laugh, filled to the edge where the soul meets the body.
We, the momentary.